User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-1298206-20120405230044/@comment-3135907-20120504211434

"Wot in `ellgates-" Grivvil leapt back, but not far back enough as it turned out. A knobbly club took him between the eyes and he dropped like a sack of potatoes beside Blairnoze. The wielder, a burly hedgehog, charged the weaseless, swinging his club full force at her skull.